E-40 - I'm Straight lyrics

[E-40]

Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie

Think he mixin some hash with some of that Humboldt County grass

with dis sleazy from Union City, she wanted to freak me

when I was sticky but we did it anyway

Look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler

up under my seat, why? Robbers on my feet

Uhh, cops Elroy's po-po's wanna glock me

Chops, Elroy's ran up in my car

I hope none of y'all ain't in there crackin on the Presedential

under my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin

and up in there singin a capella

Cause that ain't the way the GAME was designed

You 'posed to see that if you BLIND

Blastin, cocked to the side, blowzin

Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp - walkin

I'ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklin

Pullin out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and I be bossin

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Where all my hustlers at?

Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats?

Where all my shooters? Dude when you stay, pop collars

Smoke tweed, twenty-fo' hours

Where all my ballers at?

Where all my timahs, shot callers at?

Where all my grimies? It's heavy weight

Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight

[E-40]

I pull up on the set - somebody died?

Why all the long faces - playboy, it's dry

Dry as in dry? Dry as in thirsty

cause we ain't had no work since Thursday

Know you ain't believe us but I got it, who want it?

By the way how y'all been survivin? Shoot we been STEPPIN on it!

Uhh - cut out the middle

From here on out {*cough*} no more scribble

Fast quota, fuck a slow nig'

Nigga my fetti's just as long as Ron Jeremy's dick!

Eighty-one years olda, pimpin don't trip!

Who you be bumpin? E-40 and The Click!

Uhh, I see the heads know me in the wind(?)

Family where you been? The pen, get in!

Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the block

What you see two crackheads steppin over, what? A rock

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[E-40]

Gimme a, Cadillac with a black man's drank

A forty ounce, the ghetto champagne

The lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to bounce

Take off her clothes and get butt-naked, Southern girl down South

A record deal so I ain't gotta dope deal

A faithful botch, a home-cooked meal

Take, I like a (?) estate

with them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate

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